Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
The Monks,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.